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glidinglight) wrote2023-04-09 12:41 am
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Lumine hesitates outside the door of the Sanctuary of Surasthana. She stares down again at the special solution that Nahida instructed her to craft.
Is this really a good idea? Nahida seems to think so. But Lumine has her doubts. And Paimon has her protests--she's still loudly complaining. She can't really blame the pixy; it hasn't been that long since the person inside the chamber was trying to kill them. It definitely feels somehow--off--to be trying to repair him.
But...
She hasn't forgotten those memories that she saw, fed to her and Hypatia. She's still not happy with him for trying to hurt Nahida. But if Nahida wants to forgive him, it doesn't feel right to refuse.
Well. Helping to repair him doesn't mean she has to forgive him if she doesn't feel like it. Lumine shoves the large, heavy doors open and enters the inner sanctum.
"Scaramouche?" She knows the puppet can't be far considering his body's condition, and there's really nowhere to hide. But that doesn't mean he might not be trying.
Is this really a good idea? Nahida seems to think so. But Lumine has her doubts. And Paimon has her protests--she's still loudly complaining. She can't really blame the pixy; it hasn't been that long since the person inside the chamber was trying to kill them. It definitely feels somehow--off--to be trying to repair him.
But...
She hasn't forgotten those memories that she saw, fed to her and Hypatia. She's still not happy with him for trying to hurt Nahida. But if Nahida wants to forgive him, it doesn't feel right to refuse.
Well. Helping to repair him doesn't mean she has to forgive him if she doesn't feel like it. Lumine shoves the large, heavy doors open and enters the inner sanctum.
"Scaramouche?" She knows the puppet can't be far considering his body's condition, and there's really nowhere to hide. But that doesn't mean he might not be trying.
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His eyes snap open when he hears the sound of doors opening, followed by footsteps and a voice calling his name.
"Heh...you came to gloat, Traveler?"
And it isn't like he can go anywhere. He is lying there, on his stomach and its obvious that he is being repaired. The tubes that used to be attached to his back are removed, yet the holes still remain. There are cracks here and there and it seems he's quite out of energy.
Still, that is nothing compared to the emptiness he feels inside. There is no anger that drives him, no goal he can work towards to, no purpose, no use. The only reason that he still exists is the kindness of a certain Dendro Archon.
"Keep it short. I need my rest."
To his own ears his voice sounds empty and lackluster, but there's definitely a mocking tone to it.
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